Struggling with the mental wardens of my mind.
Doing things against the will of the soul that lies within.
Believing everything these thieves tell me.
Knowing all words spoken comes from books of mendaciousness.

Mirrored behind pleasures of the mind
causing me to grab hold to the bullshit presented
not wanting to let go
the fear of falling into self guilt causes me to hold on tighter

Constantly swinging blows of negligence
the pain of hitting the wind causes me to hit my knees on the souls I
ignored for years
Mimicking by standers laugh and point fingers of disgust
Faces once known but have now become ghost are the dictators of night.
Forcing me to hate sleep and regret life.
The pain of sleep and the undesirable will to live.
Fear of death the dictators will have me forever

Trapped inside an abnormal cube of invisible destruction
The man seen by those ignorant of a common battle
Has already been diminished by those who turn the other cheek.
 
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